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Ye Ge looked at him and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, but his eyes were full of mocking waves.

"In the more than a thousand years that your Holy Order has been in existence, what has it truly done to protect humanity?"

The Holy Lord's face stiffened. "What do you mean?"

Ye Ge paid no attention to his ugly expression and continued to tear away the veil of pretense:

"A thousand years ago, when the vampires were rampaging, you hid behind the holy light barrier, only protecting yourselves."

Ordinary people die outside the city, and you don't even blink an eye.

Later, it was Audrey Xiyao who unified the vampires and established rules, reducing the human casualty rate to its lowest level in thousands of years. And now you're all panicking.

As he spoke, he looked up at the Holy Lord, his emerald eyes calm and indifferent:

"What you're worried about isn't the safety of humanity, but that without enemies, the Holy Assembly has no value."

The Holy Lord's face darkened completely. "What nonsense are you spouting? I..."

"You say vampires are cold-blooded," Night Song interrupted him, continuing her rant: "But at least vampires keep their word. Audrey Xiyao couldn't persuade humans, and she hasn't done anything about it all these years."

"And what about your Holy Church? You use the banner of the God of Light, accept offerings from believers, but all you do is fight for power and profit."

The Holy Lord suddenly stood up, his chair tipping back with a thud.

His face flushed red, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something harsh, but he swallowed it back.

A moment later, he smiled instead, a warm smile, as if nothing had happened.

"Young people are hot-blooded and impulsive, which I can understand."

The Holy Lord straightened the chair again and picked up the teacup. "But don't speak too confidently. You are still young and can't see through many things. I don't blame you."

He slowly lowered his head and took a sip of tea. When he looked up again, his gaze had changed.

That gaze held a condescending pity, as if looking at a child who didn't know the immensity of the world.

"Since you are unwilling to cooperate, I will have no choice but to ask you to stay at the manor for a few days."

His tone remained gentle, but his gaze turned cold.

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. I just want you to calm down. Once you change your mind, we can talk properly."

As soon as he finished speaking, eight people silently emerged from behind the bushes around the garden.

Three deacons and five level-six Light Knights.

Each of them exuded a powerful aura, their sharp gazes fixed intently on Ye Ge.

Ye Ge glanced around, then looked at the Holy Lord, her expression unchanged: "That's all?"

The Holy Lord frowned, seemingly not understanding.

Ye Ge stood up, casually picked up her schoolbag and slung it over her shoulder, saying in a disdainful tone:

"You think you can stop me with these idiots?"

The smile on the Holy Lord's face finally crumbled.

He raised his hand and made a gesture, and the eight people moved at the same time.

They moved quickly and surrounded them in perfect coordination.

Night Song didn't move.

He just stood there, his schoolbag hanging loosely on his shoulder, looking somewhat casual.

"Heh, very good, very good." The Holy Lord narrowed his eyes, sneered, and made a gesture of going up.

Eight people attacked together.

however……

"ah--"

"thump--"

Before those people even got close, they were sent flying backward in a chaotic mess, wailing in pain.

Ye Ge was still the same as before, her schoolbag didn't even tilt.

The Holy Lord's pupils constricted sharply, his body tensed instinctively, and he gritted his teeth, saying:

"It seems I underestimated you."

He walked step by step toward Ye Ge, and with each step, fine cracks appeared on the bluestone slabs beneath his feet, spreading in all directions.

"But do you think you can act recklessly on my turf with just that little skill?"

Ye Ge didn't speak, but looked at him indifferently.

Such ordinariness is the greatest mockery of the Holy Lord.

"You're asking for it!"

The Holy Lord finally couldn't hold back any longer and made his move.

Without any fancy moves, a punch imbued with the ultimate power of light was thrown directly at Ye Ge's face.

It was the purest power, and it was also meant to cripple Ye Ge with a single punch.

"If you won't listen to reason, then you'll have to suffer the consequences. Fine, I'll grant your wish!"

He wanted to show this arrogant young man what a true strongman was.

Unfortunately, the expected result did not occur.

The Holy Lord's fist stopped in mid-air, less than three inches from Night Song's forehead.

He didn't stop on his own; he simply couldn't move anymore.

A slender, fair hand had somehow landed on his fist.

Five fingers gently clasped together, as if pinching a fragile butterfly.

"I already said," Night Song's voice and expression remained calm and even. "That's all? You're such an idiot."

As soon as he finished speaking, his five fingers tightened.

"Click—"

It was the sound of bones breaking.

The Holy Lord's pupils suddenly contracted.

He used all his strength to break free and stumbled back several steps.

His right hand hung down, trembling inside the wide robe.

"This...this is impossible!" The Holy Lord's voice was filled with shock and anger.

How old is this person in front of me?

How do they possess such powerful magic?

Doesn't the information say he's a great magician?

This is impossible!

Ye Ge ignored him, "You stay here and guard your crumbling Holy Society, don't embarrass yourself in public. The human race doesn't need your concern."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving the Holy Lord standing there, his face turning pale and then red.

The wind blew through the garden, making the cups and saucers on the tea table clink and jingle, as if mocking his incompetence.

As Yege stepped out of the manor gate, the sunlight fell directly on her face.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, took the unopened letter out of his pocket, tore it in half, and threw it into the roadside trash can.

Then I walked down the mountain path, my backpack swaying gently on my shoulder, and soon disappeared into the forest.

the other side.

The Holy Lord could no longer hold on, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood. He then took out a bottle of holy water and drank it, after which his complexion improved slightly.

In the past two years, he finally gained control of the Holy Society, and the first thing he did was bring Night Song here.

Unexpectedly, this is the result.

If Ye Ge obediently follows orders, infiltrates the vampire clan, and hands over the sacred artifact of the Ryan family, then everything will be perfect.

Pity.

The Holy Lord stared at the road leading to the manor gate, his gaze malevolent:

"Since you can't control it, then you might as well die."

If this continues, the Holy Society will surely have no room to survive.

and so……

"Who's going to die?"

A light, melodious female voice rang out, and the Holy Lord's expression changed drastically as he turned around abruptly.

When he saw who it was, his pupils dilated violently.

"W-What are you doing here?!"

Xi Yao's lips curved into a smile, but her eyes were icy cold: "You're so eager to die, aren't I just here to grant your wish?"

"No, you can't kill me!" The Holy Lord instinctively stepped back. "I am the Holy Lord of the Holy Order, the representative of the God of Light! You can't kill me!"

"Oh?" Xi Yao raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Your Holy Father, the previous Holy Lord, said the same thing, but I still sent him to see the God of Light. I can't be biased, so how about I send you too?"

"No...uh..."

Before the Holy Lord could finish speaking, the man had already fallen to the ground, dying with his eyes wide open.

Xi Yao clapped her hands and gave a light snort.

"He really is an idiot. Since he doesn't listen, then the position of Holy Lord should be given to someone else."

Let's find someone who can understand human speech.